When I heard the shout, the crash, the loud
My veins burst with fire and panic.
I leapt to my feet straight over the seat
Of the recliner, without bothering to close it.
I was already cycling through emergency mode,
Preparing my eyes for the blood they would see.
I was ready to reassure, to assist, to prevent
Fueled with panic-flames lapping up from my feet
Then he spoke after the cry, said, it’s okay,
it was the dog that knocked something down.
I crumbled back down, my chest a vacuum
Where breath was remiss to return.
I hate that my life has been trauma so many times
But if it meant saving their lives, or protecting them in crisis
I would shoulder a thousand more panic-fires.
Though someday, I hear, they build up and the fear
Is nothing compared to the smoke.
If you’re not careful, the burning will fill up your person,
And the world will all feel the same,
And despite the extinguishers, despite the protectors,
you’ll never smell anything but flames.